Scarlet Kaboss Quicksheet

Full name: Scarlet Kaboss
Pronunciation: Scar-let Kuh-BAWS 
Nickname(s) o Alias: Motava
Gender: Female.
Species: Biological Virus.
Age: Physically 22.
Birthday: 4th November.
Sexuality: Straight. 
Nationality: American.
Religion: Atheist.
City o town of birth: Zaire, Africa.
Currently lives: Nomad.
Languages spoken: English, Spanish, African, and German... A bit of Russian.
Native language: African.
Relationship Status: Single.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Height: 6"4
Weight: Depends on her needs.
Figure/build: Healthy, curvaceous.
Hair colour: Red, purple, blue, and black. Sometimes white....

Bedtime Drama

Anthony had been going to letto after a long night of ‘family fun’. Annabelle had been annoying him all day, Evan had been fussing over his hair and John had been flicking all his vegetables at him from across the tavolo at cena time. But Robert had been missing all night. Nobody seemed to know where he was.

But Anto had a good idea. When he had walked into his room, he had found Robert on his bed, peacefully asleep. Robert had mastered the ancient art of escaping family get togethers. ‘That sneaky bastard’ Anthony thought himself.

Anthony made to change into his pyjamas....

Anthony was good on his bike. Really good. In terms of physical ability, he couldn't do much on his own, but his much loved pushbike was a great exception; what he lacked in social skills and combat abilities, he made up for on the two wheels operated da a pulley.

He was confident in his abilities, to twitch the front wheel just a tiny bit to the left, to swing the handles around as far as they would go, to break suddenly, o to pedal backwards to keep a basic momentum going in the opposing direction if he so wished.

He was also confident that he had the entire town mapped out in his head to...

Giggles.

That's what he woke to. Giggles, penetrating his head and echoing around his skull, burning and banging and the room was spinning and-

He closed his eyes again, and rolled onto his stomach. He wasn't in the mood for this.

Evan was used to being hungover. As much as he didn't drink often, when he did it was a binge. He would judge how bad today's hangover would be da how much he had to drink the night before, but he couldn't remember a thing.

The only memory he had was that of one of his first drinks. He'd been having a drink with his older brother, Andrew.

He had a hazy recollection of...